Delivery of Fate
“Who are you, and how did you get in here?” Sister Melisa asked coldly.
“The answer to your prayers.” The man said, ignoring the question. “I’m Azrael. I wish to observe this, Blake Elon, for the time being before we commence on anything that may attract too much attention to ourselves,” Azrael said, indifferent to the three people in the room.
“Like the archangel Azrael, the angel of death.” Father Ding commented, thinking of the biblical text.
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